Last time we spoke to JJ Brine, the man behind “the official art gallery of Satan,” he told us that Donald J. Trump was “pure poison.” That was in August, right after the Republican National Convention. JJ, the self-declared “Crown Prince of Hell,” refused to say much more about the GOP candidate, even though Brine had his own political agenda: He had just tabled a plan to bring Vector Gallery to Washington D.C. in order to “‘program” the presidential elections and cause “systemic shifts in the geopolitical configuration of power in the Middle East.”
Back-to-back demonstrations in support of Planned Parenthood brought thousands to the Village on Saturday, with some 200 Pro-Choice advocates squaring off against a scattering of abortion foes outside the Margaret Sanger Center on Bleecker Street, followed by a much larger rally in Washington Square Park.
“How do you cover a beast like Donald Trump?” That question, posed by NYU journalism professor and press critic Jay Rosen, was at the heart of a talk last night between New Yorker editor David Remnick and the top editors of Huffington Post, Slate, and Univision.
“I need a drink,” Steve Gunn said as he started into “Way Out Weather” at Rock and Roll Hotel in D.C. on Friday night. After taking a swig he added, “As I’m sure you also probably do.”
Shortly after the jarring election of Donald J. Trump, you might’ve seen a hilarious sketch from Saturday Night Live called The Bubble where “it’s like the election never happened.” The Bubble is a magical, if not eerily insulated, “place where the unthinkable didn’t happen and life could continue for progressive Americans just as before” because it’s “a planned community of like-minded free thinkers – and no one else.” The punchline is genius: “The Bubble: It’s Brooklyn with a bubble on it.” It’s funny because it’s true – or maybe not.
While you’re giving everyone gift subscriptions to Vanity Fair in the name of Donald Trump, you might want to check out a magazine that launched just a few days ago. It’s called DRØME (Scandinavian-stlye slashed Os are totally trending) and it has already hipped us to a short film featuring Eric Wareheim as a mutant Haribo bear.
After months of pleading with Westminster City Living to restore cooking gas and address a litany of repairs in her aging East Village tenement building, Jennifer Hengen and other members of the 118 East 4th Street tenant association had reached their breaking point. “It was like waiting for Godot,” she recalled.
Not only had the building’s real-estate management company, headed by Donald Trump’s son-in-law Jared Kushner, neglected to fix problems in her building, and many more across the neighborhood, but tenants felt as if the problems didn’t really matter to management. “We’re invisible to them because we’re not millionaires,” she said. “I just don’t think we’re taken very seriously– number one, because we’re not in one of the big, shiny buildings and, number two, because we are rent-stabilized.”
While we count the days until WPIX airs its recently unearthed vintage yule log footage, the city’s new wifi kiosks are showing a virtual fireplace of their own. I can’t tell whether this is adorable or deplorable. After all, the lovely log is sandwiched in between ads for Abercrombie and H&M. Is it yet another instance of the once humble yule log being used as a marketing gimmick? If so, this is right up there with Donald Trump and Mike Pence invading my Facebook feed with ads for their abominable #MAGA Christmas-tree ornament. (By the way, the “Today only!” sale has been offered to me over the course of several days, which means you should never believe a word these guys say about THE HOLIDAY SEASON.) Anyway, this is definitely the least relaxing yule log ever. You can’t even hear the crackling of the flames over the cabbie who’s blasting his horn as a deliveryman yells, “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck.”
It was a March night in 1973. Sandra Levinson was working late when a bomb exploded in the inside hall of the Center for Cuban Studies, a leftist non-profit she had co-founded eight months earlier with documentary filmmaker Saul Landau and photojournalist Lee Lockwood. At the time of the blast, CCS was located in a Greenwich Village building on Barrow and West 4th Streets.
Shards of glass sprayed Levinson’s third-floor office. She told me her glasses were broken when a window fell on them. But Levinson, a former reporter for the now defunct Ramparts magazine and a one-time political science instructor at City College of New York, was wearing a heavy poncho and escaped what could have been fatal injuries. The Iowa native believes that the perp was a Cuban exile opposed to the late revolutionary leader Fidel Castro, possibly part of a group of violent extremists.
No offense, It’s a Wonderful Life, but Gremlins has to be the best holiday film of all-time. This guy knows it, and so does Alamo Drafthouse. When we heard Brooklyn’s new dine-in theater was screening the film and handing out limited-edition Gremlins tiki mugs, we just about gave ourselves a mohawk. Sadly, the tiki mugs weren’t ready to distribute last week, but we’re told they should be in by Friday. If you missed Tuesday’s screening, there’s another one tonight–but you’ll have to act fast, because just a couple of seats remained at the time of this posting.
If you miss out, don’t worry: Williamsburg bowling bar The Gutter is also screening Joe Dante’s 1984 classic tonight at 9pm, and it’s free. Granted, you won’t get a tiki mug, but you will get free homemade cookies and countless adorable shots of Gizmo ululating– which, by the way, one superfan was able to do at Alamo last week in order to win a Gremlins Christmas sweater. Impressive.
Is an anti-Trump cafe headed for the East Village? It’s COMING SOON, if we’re to believe the signage that has mysteriously appeared at 64 Second Avenue, between East 3rd and 4th Streets. Or maybe it’s just a fakeout along the lines of “NYC’s First Bar for Pregnant Women.”
“I don’t want to have to deal with blonde Kardashians for the next four years,” Kim Gordon told us last night at a book signing in Miami. “The Kardashians were annoying enough and now the blonde version is upon us.”
Even in the midst of this post-election anxiety, the former Sonic Youther has been busy as ever. Just a couple of months after releasing her first solo song, she played a Nov. 12 show at National Sawdust with her current project, Body/Head, to celebrate their new live EP, No Waves. Then she jetted down to South Beach, where she has a short in Art Basel’s film program. Add to all that, the book signing last night at the The Miami Beach Edition, an intimate rosé-and-canapés affair in a bungalow by the hotel’s pool.